My ironing technique worked except for one small detail: my pants were still damp when I put them on this morning. Hence the first half of this post’s title.
As per the second half, while showing the class a website on an anthropology project in the Middle East my Human Geography professor mentioned a certain young shepherd who is very available (except for the fact that he already has one wife, but hey, the more the merrier). Apparently, being a shepherd is a pretty cushy job because he has a more than decent income. Seeing that none of the other girls in class were jumping at this opportunity, I quickly weighed my pros and cons:
Cute, woolly animals.
Warm climate where one never has to scrape her windshield and get chapped hands when already running late for her 8:00 class.
They say polygamy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I’m a bit doubtful of my ability to build a fire out of manure and cook things over it, seeing as how I’ve barely mastered my own toaster.
I’m not a Muslim.
Needless to say, the only thing standing between me and wedded bliss is a one-way plane ticket to Jordan.